For the lovey @miyeongi-cutie who suggested a bakery AU that I am OBSESSED WITH!!! Hope you like it! 🖤
“So where are we going again?” Shiro asked as he threw an arm around Keith’s neck, drawing him in and ruffling his hair.
“Hey, stop it! Get off!” Keith ducked out from his grip and shoved him away, trying to fix his hair. “Why are you like this, you’re so annoying!” Shiro chuckled and nudged him with his elbow. “I’m your big brother. It’s my job to annoy you. Now, answer the question.”
Keith rolled his eyes and muttered “Adopted brother. Anyway, we’re going to this cafe or bakery place that Pidge won’t stop talking about. Says their coffee is really good and the food is ‘better than free wifi.’”
Shiro raised his eyebrows until they nearly disappeared under his tuff of hair.
“Better than free wifi? Pidge said that? Huh, wow. They must be really good then.”
Keith hummed in agreement and stuffed his hands in his red jacket, pulling it closer. Shiro smiled at the action zipped up his black and gray jacket, burying his nose into it.
It was late fall, and the breeze held a chilly bit. The wind whispered of winter, and the trees had begun to shed their leaves, some of which where floating in the air, softly floating the the ground. Shiro was enjoying the slight crunch they made when he stepped on them when Keith grabbed his arm.
“Hey, I think this is it.”
Shiro stopped and observed the building before them. It was a simple building, one that you could easily pass if you weren’t looking for it. The building was made out of worn brick, with a chalkboard sign in front the entrance that read: ‘Welcome to Voltron! Please do not touch pastries with your hands. Use your tongue.’ Shiro chuckled at the sign while Keith just stared.
“What kind of a name is Voltron?”
“I have no idea, but you have to admit, it is a pretty unique name that would be hard to forget. Now come on, I’m getting hungry.”
Shiro opened the door and was immediately hit with a wall of delicate dents of vanilla, sugar, cinnamon, the roast of coffee beans, and other heavenly scents. Keith moaned at the smell and Shiro couldn’t blame him. The smell almost made him weak in the knees.
They walked into the shop and looked around. It was a very cozy cafe. Their were multiple colored booths and chairs and even beanbags, coming in black, blue, red, green, and yellow. They was stools along the bar, and there was a glass case full of desserts and pastries that had Shiro’s mouth watering. Shiro was about to press his face right up against the glass when I kind voice greeted them.
“Hey! Welcome to Voltron!”
Keith and Shiro turned toward the voice and saw a bolder of man in its place. He was wearing cargo shorts and a yellow shirt accompanied with a yellow apron. His hair was tied back with a bandana, and had a name rage that read 'Hunk.’ Keith read it and arched an eyebrow at him, and Hunk just laughed.
“Yeah, before you ask, it’s real. Everybody calls me that.”
Shiro smiled and greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you Hunk. My name’s Shiro and this is Keith. Pidge suggested this place and highly recommended it.”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and gave them a beaming smile. “Oh Pidge! Yeah I know them! Me and Lance have become friends with them because they come so much. Oh! And Lance is the pastry king. I’m the coffee master, so it evens out.”
Shiro nodded and turned his attention to Keith. “Hey Keith, do you-Keith?”
Keith was not listening to either of them, eyes glued to a small white cup on the register, face furiously red. Shiro looked at him with a confused look before picking up the cup that was causing Keith’s dilemma. When Shiro read the cup, he sputtered and started laughing loudly, cheeks slightly flushing.
Hunk cocked his head. “What? What is it?”
Shiro turned the cup to Hunk, who could clearly read the font in neat loopy handwriting: “Just put your tip in here. See how it feels.” Hunk immediately paled and then change to a shade of purple then red. He quickly grabbed the cup and threw it away.
“LANCE THAT IS SO INAPPROPRIATE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”
They were able to hear mad cackling in the back of the cafe where the kitchen was. Hunk turned back to them, straightening his apron, flush still on his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, that won’t happen again. So, uh, what would you like to order?”
Shiro peered at the menu, tapping a finger against his chin. He looked at Keith who just shrugged, as lost as he was.
Shiro turned back to Hunk. “What do you recommend?”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together.
“Oh man, where do I start? Everything Lance makes is amazing. Hmm, let’s go with something exotic. How about miguelitos and tarta de Santiago?”
Keith furrowed his brow. “What the heck are those?”
“Oh yeah, sorry miguelitos is this pastry that is made up of like a million thin pastry layers and each layer is filled with chocolate or cream. It’s then dusted with powdered sugar. Tarta de Santiago is a really thin, moist almond cake. Powdered sugar is on top of it as well. As you probably guessed, their both Hispanic desserts. Lance likes to show off his heritage.”
Shiro hummed gave him a smile. “Alright! We’ll get both of those, and I’ll get an espresso. Keith?”
Keith looked at the menu again. “Do you have soy milk?”
Hunk nodded and smile.
“Okay, I’ll just have a hot chocolate. With extra whipped cream on top.”
Keith glared at him. “What?”
“Oh nothing, nothing! Just glad to see my little brother growing up.”
Shiro laughed hard as Keith flushed and punched him in the arm as he paid Hunk.
He put the change into the new tip cup and went to sit down at table in the corner. It wasn’t long before they had sat down when Hunk brought them their food, perfectly balancing them on a small tray.
“Order up! I hope you like it!” Hunk sent them a smile and went back to the counter.
Shiro looked at the coffee and food and inhaled deeply, the smell making his mouth water.
“Let’s not waste anymore time! Let’s dig in!” Keith and Shiro both reached for the miguelitos and popped it in their mouths. Shiro’s eyes fluttered closed as the pastry melted in his mouth, and chocolate covered every taste bud. He almost had to stifle a moan. And Keith wasn’t in any better shape. He was looking at the patty in awe, as if it held the secrets to the universe. He quickly looked up at Shiro.
“Wanna try the tarta thingy?”
“Oh heck yeah.”
Shiro and Keith both picked up a slice, gave a mock cheers, and bit into it with a crisp crunch. However, as soon as the cake met their tongues, it practically melted away. Keith grabbed both pastures and shoved them in his mouth at the same time.
“I am in heaven.”
Shiro opened his mouth to agree, when an excited voice cut him off.
“HUNK!! HUNK, I DID IT!! You’ve got to try this! I’ve combined a churro and a cupcake into one blessed love child!”
Shiro turned toward the voice, laughing with amusement in his eyes. He went to take a drink of his coffee, but that’s when he laid eyes on the excited baker. Shiro chocked on his coffee, spraying across the room and spluttering the hot liquid out of his lungs.
“Holy shit! Are you alright Shiro?”
Shiro ignored Keith’s concern and whipped around to get a better view of the baker. Said baker had warm mocha skin, as rich as the coffee he was drinking. His hair was a warm chocolate, shaggy and barely reaching the top of his eyes. And his eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were the deepest blue Shiro had ever seen, reminding him of the ocean and they were so bright with life and energy. And he was covered with flour, which Shiro found absolutely adorable. It was covering the front of his apron and was even smeared across one of his cheeks, and Shiro wanted nothing more than to brush it away with his thumb.
Keith waved a hand in front of Shiro’s face, who just knocked it out the way, leaning out of his seat. Keith followed his gaze and let out a long sigh when he realized what he was staring at. Keith kicked him in the shin, finally getting his attention.
“Seriously Shiro? Can please control your emotions.”
Shiro gave him a small pout, but still turned toward the boy. “Keith, oh Keith. He’s so pretty. No, gorgeous. Did you see his eyes? They’re so blue and beautiful.”
Keith groaned and dropped his head on the table.
“Shiro we came here to try the food, not try the baker.”
“I’m not complaining.”
Shiro ignored his scandalous tone and continued to stare at the baker who was talking animatedly about his new creation, hands flying everywhere. Keith let out another long sigh and sat back in his chair.
“I am not ready for all this pining. You’re a mess Shiro. Remind me the curse Pidge for suggesting this place.”
“Well remind me to thank Pidge.”
Shiro then stepped out of his chair, walking toward the duo.
“S-Shiro?! Where are you going?”
Shiro tossed him a grin over his shoulder.
“Well, in going to introduce myself and give my compliments to the chef. Don’t want to be rude!”
Keith groaned and lightly banged his head on his table, cursing everything, especially Pidge. Somehow he knew they had set this up. He was going kill that gremlin. As soon he could get Shiro away from that baker who was throwing Shiro fingers guns along with a smirk. Keith groaned again. He had a feeling he would back to this cafe again. A lot.
SUMMARY : You have the biggest crush on your co-star Tom Holland. Although there has always been rumours of him and your other co-star Zendaya dating, you’ve always ignored it. You liked him a little too much to just let go.Too much to even notice another co-star, Cole, looking at you the same way you look at Tom. But what’ll be the outcome of your immense likeness for Tom? Will it be worth it? Or will you be left heartbroken when the fan theories of him and Zendaya prove to be true?
A/N: I’m sorry it took me so long to post! Hopefully, you’ll like this one :) Love you guys x
Since the day he first called you ‘darling’ to the day he
shared his cup of tea with you, you were absolutely smitten. You were
very much aware of the fact that he simply called literally everyone by that
word and he liked sharing tea because he’s a kind man BUT you couldn’t
help it, I mean, c’mon look at him! With his messy brown hair and his cheeky
smile.. oh that handsome smile. One thing was clear- you were smitten. This
quackson guy got the best of you this time.
The fact that you got to work with Tom every single day for
4 months didn’t help your case much either- everyday you found yourself falling
more in love with him and his little ways. The other actors on set were Zendaya
and Cole Sprouse. Yeah, that’s right- Tom’s ideal match Zendaya. They got along
really well, their chemistry was inevitable, no wonder fangirls and the press
shipped them so much. You would ship them too, had you not been so hopelessly
in love with Tom. Seeing him and Zendaya do scenes together or even interact !
made you sore. Maybe they did like each other but eh, it’s easier to come in
set, make-believing they don’t. It has almost been 3 months since you first met
and I have to say, you did a pretty good job in hiding your hots for Tom.
Nobody knew about it. Well, nobody except your best friend on set- Cole. Cole
caught you way before you even admitted to your ownself that you were falling
for Tom. You hate how easily Cole reads you. Best friends’ intuition, I guess.
Anyway, you and Tom got along pretty well too. He was always
his goofy self, cracking stupid jokes every opportunity he got, doing 100
things at the same time but nonetheless, making sure everybody was having a
good time. Work didn’t feel like work when you were with him. He would always give
you the warmest hug- and to everyone as well.
He made horrible attempts to
break you out of your shy shell and in doing so, you found yourself falling for
him. You don’t know when you started getting butterflies for this young
South-west London lad. You found yourself searching for silly excuses to go see
him or give him his tea. You would usually end up chatting with him about the
silliest things on the red sofa which was placed in the middle of the set
for..you were not sure why it was kept there but it had been there since the
first day. It became your spot. You and Tom’s, to be precise. You would hangout
there almost every 5:30pm because you and his free-time coincided at this hour
only. Days when you didn’t have a single scene with him were the ones you
dreaded the most. However, you always got to catch him on the red sofa over
your mutual love for tea at 5:30pm.
You’re not sure if Tom has the same liking towards you, I
mean, he’s just so nice to everyone! When he’s with you, he woud make you feel
like you’re the only girl in the room. Pretty sure, everybody in the room feels
that way when they talk to him. He’d always make the warmest cup of tea during
your 5:30 couch time and tell you stories about his family and his sweetheart
Tessa. Tom also had his way of making you blush by telling
you how ‘wonderful’ you look every now and then. Yeah, it’s hard to tell if he
likes you but you would like to think that he does..even if it’s just a little bit.
Right now, you’re lazily sitting on the couch with Cole. You have few minutes of break before heading for an interview.
“I think he’s doing an interview with Z in the other room,”
you nag as you rest your head on Cole’s shoulder.
He scoffs,”Geez, (Y/n), don’t be that girl”
You abruptly sit up straight,”What girl?”
“You know,” he nervously utters,”The green eyed monster
“Ufff, I’m not jealous,” you sigh and turn towards the other
room where Tom and Zendaya are supposedly get interviewed,”I was just saying…”
you drop your head.
“Aww,” Cole chuckles as he lifts your head up with his
finger,”You’re adorable. I wish he knew how you felt,”
You move away and roll your eyes,”Like he’d ever like a slob
like me when he has this gorgeous Z all over him,”
You meant it. You don’t think you have any chance with Tom.
Regardless of the wonderful bond you shared with Tom, you always felt like Zendaya had the
upperhand since she’s the one who got to spend most of the time with Tom. She
also has millions backing her ship with Tom.
“(Y/N),” you hear one of the crew assistants call out,”You
and Cole are up next for the interview,”
“That’s our cue,” Cole blurts before ruffling your hair.
“Hey!” you hit his arm. He chuckles in response.
You head towards the interview room.
”After you, ma’am.” Cole opens the door for you like a pro-butler.
“Thank you, Mr Sprouse” you chuckle at his fake courtesy.
Little did you know
that in a few seconds time you’d be wishing Cole hadn’t let you in first.
Your heart drops. You lose your breath for a second.
On entering the room, you’re greeted by the sight of Tom and
Something you had always seen coming.
Something you wished would never happen.
Something you dreaded.
Something that made your heart break more than you thought
Suddenly all the butterflies in your stomach seem to have
The touch of Cole’s hand on your shoulder made you step out
of the blackhole you were putting yourself into. “I’m sorry, I can’t-“ you run
out of the room. You don’t know if Tom had seen you since you left so abruptly.
4 hours since the vague scene at the interview room. 4 hours
since you covered your mouth and held yourself together as you bawled your eyes
out on the bathroom floor. Much to your contempt, shootings were usually 6-7
hours long so that meant you had to stay here for few more hours. Other days, 7
hours felt like 7 minutes but today it feels like a lifetime. You’ve done a
pretty good job at holding yourself together and ignoring Tom. You know you
have no right to be mad at him, he wasn’t even yours in the first place. But
You thought he liked you. Maybe you were only fooling yourself but you really thought he did. Maybe you got your hopes up too high but
a part of you always felt like he did like you back. The way he’d always make
you feel at home, the time you’d spend laughing and talking about everything on
the lounge, the way- No, (Y/n), maybe all of those things meant a lot to you
because you liked him, or even loved, but it doesn’t matter now. It shouldn’t
matter. Because it clearly meant nothing to him. It meant nothing to Tom.
You still can’t get the image of him and Zendaya kissing.
It’s funny how you can get your heart broken the same time the other person’s
You’re now in Cole’s temporary trailer on the set. He spent
the whole day making sure you weren’t alone and invaded the thoughts of Tom and
Z. You have few minutes of break before your next scene. Cole has already left
for his. You haven’t seen Tom since that incident. And you’re glad you haven’t.
You even missed the 5:30 red sofa ritual you shared with Tom.
It meant nothing to him, you remind yourself.
You hear the door click open. You pull yourself up from
Cole’s couch, “Cole, I was just-“
“Thought I might find you here,” Tom smiles lovingly.
You feel your stomach tighten. You open your mouth to say
something but nothing comes out. You can’t even look at him, “I was just leaving,” you quickly utter as you
see yourself out.
“Wait, (Y/n). I didn’t see you the entire day! Where were
“I was just-“
“And you didn’t show up at the red sofa either. You know
that’s our thing,”
The last sentence made your fist tighten and your heart
weak. Why, why does he do that?
“I’m busy. See you later,”
It took everything in you to walk past the guy you had loved
for so long and pretend that your heart wasn’t breaking when you did.
“(Y/n)..” you could almost faintly hear him but you didn’t
turn back. No, you weren’t turning back for him anymore. You had been a fool
for too long. How could you have not seen this coming?
You continued to love him even though it was you against all
the fangirls and the press. I did this to myself.
You spent the next hours of the day keeping yourself busy
and avoiding Tom. Somehow you kept bumping into him more than usual. You
ignored every attempt of his to talk to you. You played it cool and mellow to
make sure you weren’t giving off any awkward vibes. You continued to remind
yourself that he wasn’t even yours to begin with, so you don’t have any right
to be mad at him.
just shooting your last scene when you saw Tom walk into your area. Tom was
well-known to have the most hectic schedule out of everyone so you have no idea
why he was here and not somewhere else shooting his scene.
Just dropping by, I guess.
“That was a great scene, (Y/n)” Emma, one of the producers,
“Thank you,” you warmly smile as you grab a bottle of water
to hydrate yourself, completely ignoring the fact that Tom is in here too.
“Great shot, (Y/n)” you hear another familiar voice approach
“Thanks, Tom” you quickly reply and try to leave-abruptly,
He’s too close for you to ignore anymore. “I’m getting late,
I have to-“
“I can drop you home,” he says in a low tone, sounding almost
“That’s okay, I have a ride! I’m sorry, I have to lea-“ you
quickly make another desparate but successful attempt to leave.
You walk towards the changing room to
grab your stuffs and go home. You quickly collect your bags and walk yourself
out of the set.
You were just about to get into your car when you heard
someone call out your name again.
You turn around to find Tom, again.
This has never happened before. In
all these months of shooting, he has never made himself this available.
“Oh, Tom. I told you I have a-“
“So I’m guessing you saw, huh?” he bluntly utters.
“You know what,”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Tom. I’ll see you
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,”
You take a deep breath and a long pause. You’ve been trying
to avoid him the entire day to avoid having this conversation but here he is,
pestering you for the same. You know he doesn’t feel anything for you, he never
did, but hearing him actually say that would be even more torturous. You’d
rather pretend your heart didn’t break when you saw him kiss Zendaya and that
you didn’t really love him just so you could get past the next days of shooting
without wanting to breakdown everytime you see him. It’d be easier to pretend nothing happened.
“So what, Tom?” you sigh,”So what if I saw you and Zendaya
“Is that why you’ve been ignoring me the whole day?”
“Please. I know the way you used to look at me but today
you were just-“
“JUST WHAT?” you increase your tone out of
frustration,”SAD?HEARTBROKEN? DEVASTATED? Is that what you want to hear? You
want me to tell you that I could feel my heart sink and that I wish that I’d never entered the interview
room in the first place? God, I wish I could tell you. I wish I could tell you
what you want to hear so badly but trust me, ‘hurt’ would be an understatement to
the way I felt when I saw you kiss Z. And as for walking into the interview
room, I’m glad I saw it.”
“(Y/n), I’m sorry, I-”
You cut him off. You hold back your tears and gather up all your guts as you
complete your sentence,” You’re not the one of blame here, you weren’t even
mine to begin with. You made me think that maybe you did like me, or maybe that was just me fooling myself. And there is nothing worse in the world than thinking you have a chance..,” you choke,”.. when you really don’t.”
And with that, you leave.
“(Y/n),”He immediately grabs hold of your hand.
“Let me go,”
“Let me..,” you abruptly pull out your hand from his grip, “..go”.
And he did.
A/N : Please, it doesn’t have to end like this!!! PART 2 coming up soon ;)
Summary: You decide you need Sam, now. So you and him drive off in the Impala and park somewhere to have some fun A/N: I wrote this in about an hour and a half so that means… you should grab some clean panties. <3 Pairing: Sam x Reader Warnings: language, smut, oral (male receiving), I think that’s all? Word Count: 1,974
Dean would not stop talking. You all had finished a hunt early in the day, and there wasn’t another one lined up - so in this motel room you sat. You, Sam, and Dean had migrated over to the table in the room; and as midnight approached, the more alcohol you all drank. Well, the more alcohol that Dean drank; and the more alcohol Dean drank, the more he talked.
You and Sam were all for a night off, but neither of you were in the partying mood this evening. You sat next to Sam, and Dean sat across from you. You’d finally gotten him to be quiet, even if it was just for a minute as you had him watching YouTube videos on your tablet. You and Sam enjoyed the silence for a moment.
elle you are an incredible person and an amazing writer, i couldn’t be more grateful to have met you and call you friend. love you!!
i am so sorry it took me so long to post this but i hope you like it
(the biggest thanks to @maghnvsbane who was the most patient beta i could have asked for and went above and beyond when helping me with this)
reminds Magnus of a cat.
remember the first time the idea formed in his mind, but it had probably been
before they started dating. Back then, Alec had acted like a stray cat, wanting
affection but so afraid to receive it – letting his guard down one moment just to be defensive the
next, wary and hissing every time he felt threatened. Magnus had found himself
reacting in kind, scared of doing something that would only spook him further,
instead extending a cautious hand and holding his breath, hoping it will be
perceived like the offering it was but knowing it could be scratched instead.
Now that they
are together, the image Alec conjures in Magnus’ mind is that of a content,
spoiled cat. Never shy about seeking affection when they’re alone, closing his
eyes and melting every time Magnus runs his fingers through his hair,
practically purring when touched in the right places – and Magnus delights in
discovering and exploring all the right places.
BTS Reaction | you having to kiss them during spin the bottle
request: “BTS reaction to you having to kiss them during spin the bottle? (but you’re not a couple haha)”
bottle came to stop, pointing towards you his jaw dropped down, eyes slowly wandered
in your direction. “Are you okay with that?” He would ask for you permission
first, to get sure but as you just nodded there was no way back. He leaned in to
kiss you and at this moment he would lose all his coolness and turn pretty shy
as he was crushing on you for a long time now. Afterwards he would try to suppress
a childish smile, knowing that everyone had their eyes fixed on you.
dying on the inside after the bottle stopped, but he would play it cool, not
showing his affection towards you. He would go straightforward and press his
lips onto yours. The kiss would last way longer, than a normal kiss in this game.
The boys around began to whistle after Yoongi didn’t part away from your lips
but opened them and dragged you even deeper into it. “Ok that’s enough. You can
go on later.” Jin would interfere and pull Yoongi back. He would give you a
little smirk afterwards, licking over his lips.
feel the adrenaline kicking in after he felt your soft lips on his. It was
supposed to be just a peck but he couldn’t stop himself from deepening the
kiss. The moment he pulled away he would smirk at you and seducing you with his
eyes. “We should do that more often.” The others around were left with an open
mouth after his sudden action, but he wouldn’t care. He just wanted to kiss you
again, anytime soon and he wants you to know that.
brief peck, nothing more. That shouldn’t be a big problem, right? He thought to
himself before his lips crashed onto yours. The feelings of your lips on his
made him lost his sanity for a second as he deepened the kiss and licked along
your bottom lip to ask for entrance. After he pulled away you were left out of
breath and starred at him. “Are you ok?” He would ask you, totally knowing what
he just did but trying to play it cool in front of the others. He would come
closer again just to whisper in your ear. “Maybe we should leave this party?”
his head at first, sure that you don’t want to kiss him anyway. “We don’t have
to do this.” He said to you. “But maybe I want to?” You replied with a little
smile on your lips. He was really surprised by your reaction and was soon
leaning in closer but stopped right before your lips, waiting a second like he
was asking for your permission. As he finally kissed you, he instantly relaxed
and let his hands slide upwards your sides. After he pulled back he would wipe
over his lips with his thumb and would think to himself that this was something
he definitely want to do again.
He wouldn’t know what to do at first and just stare at you with his mouth open. The boys would have to cheer on him and push him slightly in your direction. He would approach you slowly but the second his lips meet yours, he would let himself fall and deepen the kiss without even noticing himself. After he pulled back you could see his cheeks turning red. “You have really soft lips.” He would say with his eye smile.
low-key freak out about it and would think to himself that he better not fuck
this up. Once his lips were on yours, he would calm down again and wouldn’t
even want to pull away anymore. You were enjoying the kiss so much but he ended
it aprupt, just before you thought he would stick his tongue inside your mouth.
You could see that his stare still rested on your lips after parting, longing
for more. “This was … great.” He would say awkwardly, causing everyone to laugh
Could you do #107 please? Also I'm glad you are feeling better❤❤
Thank you so much sweet x
107 ~ “If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”
There’s violence in living and in dying, in loving and in abandoning, in praying and in sinning. There is no soft way to survive. She’d always found solace in him though, and him in her. They were homeless hearts lost under broken streetlights looking for a place to rest and seeking refuge in someone else’s chest. They were each others shelter from the storm but lately there’s been cracks in the ceiling and it’s letting the rain in.
They’d been falling apart rather than together for a while now. He’s been rendered colour blind to everything but blue and their kisses taste of pennies. Her heartbreak was different to his, he was snappy and short with her like instead of dropping her heart from his sleeve he’d just add a few more nails into it instead. No, her heartbreak was more like signs of rumination cryptically written on abandoned buildings, trains, subways, bridges. Hidden well yet still there. Still important. Maybe that’s why he keeps acting the way he does, because he can’t tell that it’s affecting her. Continuing on with the passing insults and the tone of voice that makes her chest tight. He knows they’re breaking though, can see the darkness seeping through the iridescent happiness they’d built around them, but he doesn’t know how to fix it. Can’t figure out where they’d gone wrong. It still hurts when he sees her cry though, that much he knows.
He’d gotten home earlier than expected. The house was cold and quiet. The coldness he was growing used to but quietness, however, was new. She was always doing something to keep her mind off of the brokenness around her, but today? Today it was quiet and it’s got him looking for her. It wasn’t until he was outside of their bedroom door that he heard it. Heard her. The sound doesn’t go to his head or his heart, it goes to his stomach and he feels sick because he knows exactly why it’s happening. She’s sobbing and it’s because of him. He’s almost scared to open the door, scared to see the fragments of the girl he’d picked away at.
“Baby?” It feels so foreign on his tongue as he pushes the door open and she’s gasping when she hears it. Palming her eyes and brushing away fallen tears before he can see her in the state she’s in.
“Hi Harry, how was your day?” Her voice is soft yet scratchy and she’s turning to look are him, praying her eyes aren’t as puffy as they feel.
“Oh baby, no.” Taking in her exhausted appearance he’s all but running towards her to bring her into his arms and for the first time she doesn’t melt into his touch, instead she freezes. She’s stiff in his arms and he’s close to sobbing himself because of it. “What’s happened hm? What’s got you crying sweet?”
He knows what it is, he knows it’s because of the current state of their love but he’s hoping it’s something else. Wishing she’d tell him some asshole at work upset her. He just wants her to tell her it’s not because of him but he knows she won’t. He knows it is.
“It’s nothing, I’m fine. it’s fine.”
“Hey, hey no, listen to me. If you don’t want to talk about what happened, then say so. Don’t just lie and say it’s fine.”He’s pulling away from her to look her in the eyes and she doesn’t know what to do. He’s being so gentle with her. He’s talking to her like he used to, like he cares. It’s so alien to her, she’s been missing his love for so long, she can’t react to it in any way other than to start crying again. She’s held it together for so long and she can’t love and be loved like this anymore.
“What happened to us H?” Her words are shaky, there’s silent tears still finding their way down her cheeks and she’s staring at him with tired eyes.
“What do you mean poppet?” He hates himself for asking, because he knows what she means, he just needs to hear her say it.
“I mean when did we become this? When did our love become tainted and grey? You don’t kiss me anymore H, you don’t tell me you love me and I miss you. I miss you so much and that doesn’t make sense because you’re right here! But you’re not here the way I want you to be. The way I need you to be. I need you to be here Harry. I need you to be here loving me again.”
She spoke of her sadness and he took her words like daggers to the heart. His eyes are full of tears and regret and he doesn’t know what to do or say because she’s right. She tells him she loves him every night before they fall asleep and he cant even remember the last time he said it back. He’s looking at her and he knows it’s his turn to talk but he just doesn’t know what to say. What he does know? He knows he needs her to know that he still loves her. That he’s never stopped.
“I- I am so sorry my love. I love you, I love you so much. You’ve gotta know that. I can’t- I just- I love you.” He can’t think of anything else to say, settles for kissing her and as he does his hands are holding her face and his eyes are squeezed shut and the coldness in the house seems to be lifted and left replaced by warmth. They pull apart to breathe and he’s kissing her face, leaving no trace of skin untouched, whispering coos of “I love you” and “I’m sorry” and she smiling. She’s genuinely smiling because they’re finding their way back to each other. Their love isn’t lost. The storm is over. Their hearts are home.
For @wahwahwaffles, this probably isn’t what you had in mind but it’s here anyway?
Bucky woke up on the outskirts of Santa Rosa. It was dawn and Steve was pulling the car into the parking lot of some tiny coffee place. Bucky’s neck hurt from sleeping with his head against the window. He refrained from comment when Steve chose what all Bucky’s training told him was the wrong parking spot, just wordlessly stretched his neck and shoulder as Steve went inside. When he came back out again, Bucky was handed a bag of donuts and coffee with not enough cream.
“Where are we?” Bucked asked, voice rough from sleep.
“We headed for the border? I can drive if you wanna sleep?”
“Nah, I got it. We’re not going to the border, though. We’re going to Puente Antiguo.”
Rather than going back out onto the interstate, Steve took a smaller road. Bucky scratched at his hair, wondering when he would next get the chance to wash it. “What the fuck is in Puente Antiguo?”
“Not much, but I got a surprised lined up for you.”
“I’m a hundred years old now, I can’t handle surprises.” Bucky took a scalding gulp of coffee.
Steve laughed, “you’ll like this one. Now gimme a donut.”
Bucky held out the bag and let Steve rummage through it for the chocolate coated one. Then he let Steve keep driving and blearily watched the desert roll by.
If Bucky had ever been to this part of the country, he didn’t remember. It looked exactly how he’d picture it, so maybe he had. He used to know someone from here. A girl. Long ago, before the war.
He rolled down the window and let the cool air blow his hair around. He squeezed his eyes shut and remembered: Darcy and the best six months of his life.
He almost wished the memories weren’t there. It was painful to think of how young and stupid and happy he’d been. Finding a dame in the park, in tears after her purse got stolen. He and Steve had put her up in their apartment, sharing Steve’s bed and giving Bucky’s room to Darcy. They’d helped her out, got her clothes even if they were secondhand. Bucky had scored her a job; a filing girl in the same building where he worked in the mailroom, he seemed to recall. Or had she been in the mailroom and he was something else? He definitely remembered the two of them walking to and from work every day, arm in arm. And that his boss thought they looked good together. Darcy had been sweet and funny. A little firecracker, no taller than Steve. And always wore that sweater with the cherries embroidered on the chest. She’d paid their kindness back, putting her money in with theirs for food and rent. And she’d paid them back in kisses, and in gentle little touches, like cuddling up to Steve while he was doing the dishes and nuzzling at the back of his neck. Or sitting on Bucky’s knee while they both read the paper. Outside, she was Bucky’s girl. But behind closed doors, it was Bucky and Steve and Darcy. No matter how much the neighbours tsked and told them they were living in sin, playing house.
Bucky hoped that wasn’t the surprise. That Steve had tracked down Darcy, now an old lady. He didn’t care if he was selfish, not wanting to see the family she must have built for herself when she’d gone back to New Mexico. She’d deserved a happy life, not to see him now as a shell of soldier. Would it be better or worse to simply arrive at her grave?
“You’re not even gonna give me a clue?” Bucky asked.
“Nope. This was way too long and complicated to track down to start spoiling it now.”
They passed a roadsign, ‘Puente Antiguo 19 miles.’
There was an uptick in traffic as people started making their way to work. The temperature rose and the sun brightened in the sky.
Puente Antiguo turned out to be a thin veneer of a town scraped across a section of desert. A diner, a garage, a pet store, a cluster of houses. Farm houses speckled in the distance. And a disused car dealership that had grown satellite dishes out of the roof like giant mushrooms.
Steve pulled the car up alongside a large van, which also sported a satellite. “Here we are, Buck. Surprise is inside.”
Bucky sat squinting in the hot sun at the strange surroundings. In through the large window, he could see more machinery and computers that did god only knows what. And on the back wall was an enormous printed star chart. Was this an observatory? The 21st century was weird to him in a lot of ways but this was really pushing the envelope.
Steve, done waiting for Bucky to figure anything out, got out of the car and strode up to the glass door, giving it a firm couple of taps. Bucky slowly opened the door and followed, his boots crunching in the dusty gravel. Behind them, the town was waking up. The garage started welding something, and the diner’s bell jingled as the first customers ventured in.
An unfamiliar woman hollered for them to come inside the dealership-slash-observatory, so Steve pushed the door open and walked in. Where Bucky took a good long look around the place - with notes and photos pinned up and a transparent board with long, scary looking equations written in red - it clearly wasn’t Steve’s first visit. He made a beeline for an office in the back where Thor was waiting for them, with two women. One was pacing and writing in a notebook, chewing on one pen while another was balanced behind her ear. And the other?
Darcy. Not an old lady, but exactly the way she had been. Not a day older and sitting on at a high table, with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee. She was even wearing that goddamned cherry sweater. Bucky’s jaw dropped.
Steve, the smirking little punk, walked right up to her and placed a kiss on the top of her head. He turned back to face Bucky, with his hands on Darcy’s shoulders. “Surprise.”
Bucky couldn’t manage a single sound.
Was this a dream? Was he still asleep in the car, or back in cryo? It couldn’t be real, that was too good to be true. And yet here his Darcy was, waiting patiently for him to pull himself together. Bucky felt his throat tighten and his eyes well up with tears.
“H-how?” he stammered.
Darcy put her mug down and opened her mouth.
“You have no idea how important this is. We’ve been trying to get a handle on the data this threw up for the last year,” the other lady said. “The fact that she was able to go back at all is groundbreaking and the difference in perceived time? Oh, my god. I-”
“I time traveled, Bucky” came Darcy’s beautiful voice. Just as he remembered. “I spent six months with in nineteen-forty but I was only gone from here, like, six minutes. You will be shocked at the amount of detail I had to go into to get Jane to believe that I was in a polyamorous relationship with Captain America and the Winter Soldier for six minutes.”
Bucky swallowed around the lump in his throat.
“Tracking someone down is a lot harder when they turn out to be seventy years younger that you think they are,” Steve said, when Bucky said nothing. “We just so happen to have some mutual friends, so we got lucky.” He jerked his head towards Thor, who raised his own mug in salute.
“S-so, wait,” Bucky took one step forward, “that whole bit about being on vacation to New York and getting mugged?”
“Total lie, sorry,” Darcy said, getting off her chair. She was just as small as she had been before, like Steve wasn’t anymore.
“But you wouldn’t have believed me then. Can you forgive me?” She held out her arms for a hug and Bucky wasted no time. But instead, he scooped her up into his arms, like a new bride, and pressed a big smacking kiss to her lips. In the background, Thor and Jane cheered. And Darcy let out a tiny squeal and kissed him right back.
Summery: The team has been working tirelessly to get Lance back after he’s captured by Lotor. But once Shiro finds him, he fears it might be too late. Lance is too worried about Shiro to realize just how bad his situation has become
Ship: (Implied) Shance
Word Count: 1118
Extra Note: Possible season three spoilers
Lance could feel his chest rumbling as he took heavy breaths, trying his best to get enough oxygen into his body. Which was hard when he was hunched over on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and his entire body throbbing.
Fuck the Galra, Lance thought as his breath hitched, hard chesty coughs rumbling through his body. Fuck the Galra, and fuck pneumonia. And fuck the Galra for giving him pneumonia by leaving him in this cold, damp cell for God knows how long anymore. A week? He thinks it’s been about a week. Maybe longer.
The only two times I can remember seeing… er, Bob, is in two movies: “Full Frontal” (which I don’t own anymore and… he’s dead when you see it so that kinda’ takes the fun outta it.) and “New Years Day” (which I *do* own but my copy is cropped a bit during his nude scene so you can KINDA see Bob but he’s pretty protected)
Here’s the New Year’s Eve scene(s). I made them just for you ;)
Also, legit question, what even is Lainey’s gender anymore..? I’m actually not trying to sound like a transphobe, I’m actually nonbinary myself, I’m actually confused as to what she even identifies as. Like she’s stated before that any pronouns are okay with her yet she’s snapped at fans and other YouTubers for using she/her (EX: On Instragram “MY. PRONOUNS. ARE. THEY. THEM.”)? I mean since her husband openly refers to her as “she” and only uses “they” when he needs to appeal to LGBT+ folks, it’s pretty hard for people to follow. :\
Anyway, just thought this was odd. (Yes I did vote on the poll I like hair dye okay, plus I wanna see how quick it changes lol.)
Hi~! ^^ How would react Amaimon if his s/o suffered from bullying? Thank you!
○Amaimon never went to school, so when she confessed to him that she’s bullying he don’t understand what the hell she was talking about
○So he asked his lovely big brother, and Mephisto explained to him
○After that he’s lost
○”But why did she never just strike them? That would be endend for a long time” Asked he to Mephisto
○Would be serious about it, really
○He would just send her a text in the night
○”Tomorrow wait for me at the end of school, i will end this story of bullying quickly”
○She will panic, and text him back to not come
○But he will ignore her, until tomorrow
○Next day, he will arrive and see her surrounded by stupid guys
○”So, who wants to be hit first?”
○They’re all disfigured for life after that
○Now you aren’t bullying anymore thanks to your lovely violent boyfriend
○The guys who bullied you before are now smiling and respectful with you
Hi! Hope that you like it, and that you did request that bc you’re bullying at school bc i was and i know how difficult it is (especially when we don’t have a Super Broccoli to come to protect us). I just want to tell you (or from the others who will pass here) that you can send me a message if you’re bad or need someone to listen to you and help.